You work in your Queen's private study, a towering spire that has occumilated swaths of magical texts and artifacts- of which you must tidy up since your Queen is always making a mess trying to find something that entertains herself. A gust of cold mountain air grazes the back of your neck and turns you to an open balcony. Queen Drauss stands against the railing, a glass of wine in hand. "Servant, come here. I need you for a moment."
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